♡ ULTIMATE SHIPS MEME ♡ : Deserved Better Ships [¾] ↳ Han Lue & Gisele Yashar, The Fast & Furious Franchise ( 2001 - )
After Gisele died, I didn’t know what to do. I was aimless. Lost. We made plans. You know, it’s funny. Gisele led me there, and I wasn’t even looking for it. But it became home.
At the risk of loosing some mystery, I think I should add some context:
There’s this website-I mean, scientific organization called the Holotypic Occlupanid Reasurch Group.
They are a group of abiologists who study and classify Bread clips.
I found a species that has not yet been described:
wtf?
Apparently HORG is widely appreciated by pediatricians since knowing exactly what kind of Occlupanid a child may have swallowed makes removing it safely much easier
IIRC this is actually part of the reason HORG was started. A man swallowed a breadclip and the clip closed around part of his tissue linings (in his intestines I think?). The specific shape and flexibility of the clip were significant determining factors in the removal process, as some bread clips have spikes and prongs that would have made extraction more complicated. They started the taxonomy so they could work out extraction techniques for each type.
are you fucking kidding me occlu like oculus or close and panid like bread. its a fancy word for breadcloser
happy very specific archive thursday, everyone
This is actually a common misconception! While the Unicorn Dog did exist and was discontinued following the extinction of unicorns in 2009, the Corn Dog is not a rebranding of the Unicorn Dog! The Corn Dog was created in 2003 by James H. Corn, though it remained a relatively unpopular Ohio treat until 2010 when Mr. Corn took the opportunity left by the Unicorn Dog’s exit from the market to take over the niche.
werewolf transformations and magical girl transformations swapped
"s-stay back! the change... i can't control it!" *horrifying transformation sequence of bones cracking and flesh rearranging, hair growing out, ribbons and flashy jewelry bursting forth from skin, screaming in agony*
alternatively,
"In the name of the moon, I'll punish you!" *lifted up in a rainbow beam of glittering magic. each part of the body bathed in dazzling light before revealing sharp glistening claws, long fangs, and a dark shaggy coat.*
co-signed.
Beltran, who's famously complained about his role in Trek since the show was airing, is upset he can't talk about the show. Yeah. Ok. Bro is just upset at any restrictions placed on him. Like so many old men he's so entitled, he doesn't know it's not tyranny.
I feel like you’ll appreciate this flavor of feral brain rot as a true delicacy.
1.) When you have someone you like, you politely sneak into their haunt and leave a gift that hints at your identity. If they’re interested, they’ll start hunting for you. If not, it’ll be removed without the other party feeling any societal pressure.
2.) For ghosts who died a violent or wrongful death, one of the most meaningful things you can do is avenge them. Attack their murderer, haunt their negligent doctor, etc. It’s not guaranteed to win their affection, but it’s a hell of a display.
Now, per the laws of unintended consequences, Danny finds Red Hood rearranging his freezer.
It’s 3:00 AM. He just wanted some water. Why is Gotham’s favorite son trying to leave him a fuck off huge casserole?
“Are you trying to propose or something?” Danny asks the liminal.
“Maybe???”
“Ghost weird or fruitloop weird?” Danny snatches his boo-berry ice cream and starts digging for a spoon.
Red Hood takes off his helmet to make sure Danny can see the Eyebrow of Judgment.
“Fruitloop then,” he says between bites. “We haven’t even sparred, and I sure as shit didn’t avenge you or anything.”
Oh. Oh no.
“Hood, why are you blushing?”
He couldn’t make out much from the outraged sputtering, but Danny nearly shat his fucking core out when it clicked.
“Is this about Joker???”
Danny was gonna take the stuttering as a yes.
Cool, cool, cool. He was calm. He was so fucking normal, it was fine, it was fine, it was—
Ancients take him, Danny beat the shit out of this guy’s murderer or something. He basically did a fucking flash mob proposal!
“Why the fuck am I even here?!” Red Hood screamed.
And the other guy’s fucking clueless!
I see, I see.
1: Which casserole. This is important. What casserole could the hindbrain of Jason Peter Todd's ghost instincts think is marriage material?? Is this like a comfort food can-of-cream-of-mushroom based casserole dish or like one of those newfangled sushi bake type things?? What did Jason whip out to prove he's marriage material??
2: What does JASON think is going on?? Did he hunt Danny down?? Did he just wake up in a stranger's apartment with a casserole in his hand?? Did he go to the grocery store with a list in mind or did he get home and realize he (for some reason) had every ingredient to make tuna casserole??
3: Wait. So does this mean that Jason thinks that casseroles are a good enough hint at his identity??? Does some part of Jason think that his most essential and core part of his identity is his tendency towards caretaking?? YO—
4: It's in a vintage pyrex. Look me in the eyes. This is not just Pyrex it's gotta be the old style pyrex that doesn't shatter in the oven without a pan underneath it. I am a connoisseur of white people culture and this is deeply important to me. It could even be one of the patterned ones. This is part of the gesture.
5: Danny is emotionally moved and it sucks considering that this was a complete accident
6: Jason is emotionally moved and has no idea what the fuck is going on. He wakes up at his safehouse one morning with bridal magazines in his hands which he apparently bought himself?? He's going insane. Is he cursed?? Did that twink who kicked the Joker's ass curse him??????? Curse him into...matrimony???????????????????
That casserole is a King Ranch casserole in the best Pyrex Alfred gave him as a housewarming gift and you will NOT change my mind. One bite and if Danny hadn’t already decided to, he’d be on his knee holding a perfectly formed, never gonna melt engagement ring made of his own guaranteed never to chip or melt ice.
Food is, I think, very much a love language for Jason Todd because of being a street kid growing up before becoming Robin. Like, Jason himself could argue and it wouldn’t change my mind.
Alright lemme google what that is *furious googling ensues*
Oooo, Tex-Mex! Looks heavy too. Yeah, that's a good casserole for proposing to get to know someone better. Between that and a heritage casserole dish... Jason is proposing that they live out the rest of their afterlives together and he has NO idea why all these impulses are firing simultaneously skxjhxjsjs
I was thinking Le Creuset originally, because you can get ones that are freezer-to-oven safe, but Alfred’s vintage housewarming gift PYREX? Fuck me, Jason’s down bad. 😂
As for the casserole? I’m thinking either Marry Me Come Back From Patrol Uninjured Chicken or something his mom, Catherine, taught him on a good day.
Oh yes, definitely the second one, actually.
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming. Jason attempts to parkour out the window because What The Fuck.
For a moment, Danny’s too busy thinking the same thing to react, but then he remembers he can fly.
Two individual people said King Ranch casserole, so I'm sticking with it. Looks like it's a fan favorite.
Now I'm just envisioning Danny chasing him down through the streets like an angry wraith, shouting "IS THIS DISHWASHER SAFE OR SHOULD I HAND WASH IT???" Ksjdhdjskksnd
the twitter thread the artist created after this was one of the best situations i have ever seen in my whole life:
Somebody give this ignoramus a piece of actual shark skin and tell him to rub his face with it, let him find out just how “smooth” sharks really are.
Somebody did. I use it as a pillowcase because it’s so smooth.
But buddy.
Shark skin feels exactly like sandpaper. It is made up of tiny teeth-like structures called placoid scales, also known as dermal denticles. These scales point towards the tail and help to reduce friction from surrounding water when the shark swims. … In the opposite direction, it feels very rough like sandpaper.
Buddy. It’s smooth. The link you sent me led to a website that described how smooth they are. I dunno, maybe you don’t know how to read?
this post is transcendent
You’re thinking of dolphins. Dolphins are the ones with smooth skin that feels like a rubber beach ball.
Source: I’M A MARINE BIOLOGIST
No, I’m thinking of sharks.
Source: I’m a superior marine biologist
Reblog if reading someone else’s fanfiction has helped you get through a hard day
Buf, casi le gana a la prensa hidráulica
this one gets a rating of:
"Yeah, right. You cut us down, you ship us to your factories, you pulp us, print on us, fold us into little airplanes, wax us and drink coffee out of us, roll us into little balls to throw at each other in school, slap a strip of adhesive on a stack of us and use us to remind you to add paper clips to your shopping list ... and you think you've tamed us."
You know, I'm not surprised that something exploding with such force it breaks the camera has happened on a hydraulic press channel. I'm a little surprised at the fact it was post-it notes.
Dragons are extraordinarily good mimics, escaping human predation by disguising themselves as common airliners, some even going so far as to sport crude copies of carrier logos. This makes them difficult to track, though most sources agree that the dragon population is critically endangered.
While there has been some success with halting large-scale dragon hunting, conservationists are still concerned about a recent spate of crashes in otherwise healthy adults.
Given that dragons communicate via radio signals and that most crashes occur near military radar stations, it is theorized that the radar may be disorienting the dragons. Investigations are still ongoing.
I fixed it
You fixed it!!
Good job!
[Caption: the post contains various drawings of dragons looking like planes, crashing on beaches and being rescued, transported and healed until they can fly again.]
there was something at about the lighting and stainless steel while i was cleaning up at work that made me go WAIT HOLD UP GOTTA GRAB ME CAMERA
this looks like a renaissance painting
ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige
I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”
Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.
when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.
I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.
But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)
And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.
This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.
I would like you all to view my office. I’m thirty and my rainbow room is awesome, people can fight me
I’m thirty and my first big furniture purchase was a custom coffin shaped coffee table that opens up and is lined with purple crushed velvet. I would have loved it at 13 and I love it now. Growing up doesn’t mean you have to abandon what makes you happy.
the infantilization of color and decoration in the home is so bizarre to me- and such a new phenomenon
the world over, our ancestors painted their homes bright or deep or rich colors for centuries. they brought beautiful textiles into their living spaces, and made their utilitarian objects ornamented, or colorful, or shaped like whimsical things. in all cultures, at all class levels and ages, to the best of their ability. and we’re just supposed to throw away centuries of the basic human desire for beauty and visual interest because some asshole decided like 40 years ago that anything beyond a Pop of Color and an IKEA fake plant was “childish?”
fuck that
i would like to add to this wonderful post that this applies to stuffed animals/plushies too!! if you’re an adult/older teen and you still sleep with plushies, good for you!! i have about eight plushies that i sleep with, i’ve been doing it since i was an infant, fuck the press, and enjoy your giant pit of squishmallows.
I would sell my soul to be able to paint any of my rooms. Landlord Beige and Eggshell are the worst colors. To each their own but the fact that some people have the ability to make their house colorful and then don’t for the sake of like modern minimalism is just mindblowing to me
babe are u okay ur crying about closeness lines over time by olivia de recat again
when internet people are like “i love gothic literature but i hate anything that discusses incest, sexual violence, oppression, misogyny, abuse, torture, gore, murder, or death”
tags by @trinitysyndrome
Hey! Do you like Good Omens? Do you like Aziraphale/Crowley and Beez/Gabe? Are you weirdly obsessed with the Great Awakening and subsequent periods of religious revival in American history? Did I not lose you on that last one?? If you answered yes to any of those questions, I have a fic you'll love!
New chapter of Way of the Triune God is out now! And it's over 3000 words! Because there's something wrong with me!
